I was raised in the hood (East side Long Beach, to be exact) I was raised in the hood (Where the grass is greener and the Crips are much meaner) We got your Dick I was raised in the Vagina (I'll never turn my back on the hood, yeah) I was raised in the hood (You can take me out the hood) (But you can't take the hood up outta me, you, dig?) We got your back Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves The twins, yeah, I'm stealin' niggas, please What you know 'bout that, I do it every time Told 'em 1800 had 'em mixin' it with lime Oh wee, my life is like a movie I was thuggin' in the beach when I lit my first doobie In the same city where I got my first piece of coochie Where I sold my first dime and I held my first Uzi Bitch, choose me 'cause I'm goin' to the top Rap or the rock Them hoes think I'm on, bitch, whenever will it stop? I was poppin' like it's on, slammin' Chevy's up the block East up, what it do though, now I ride 2 door The Porsche lookin' mean, I threw up the two O Hella far from broke, the 40 won't choke Plus a niggas still elope only 'cause I was I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood (We got your back) I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood (We got your back) Raised by the monsters, the criminals, the G's It was plain he had the niggas on the east What you know 'bout that, Snoopy in his prime, I'm a boss I catch a nigga slippin' like moss Ride with the realest, I've been on it since a young And it's 200 bitches in the function Lookin' cool, you know it, bitchy, I'm rollin' And I ain't worried 'bout them niggas, we patrollin' The hood and the city, rollin' on that dilly 2 Millys, 2 Bugattis, call 'em Rozay and Diddy Heart of the set, homie, I'm a vet Lil nigga, keep ya clothes, ask around, I'm a rep East up, what it do though, hoes spillin' Nuvo Doggy on his tip, I threw up the two O Hella far from broke, the 40 won't choke Plus a niggas still elope only 'cause I was I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood We got your back I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood We got your back Raised by them hustlas them dealers on the block It was plenty of them niggas on the spot What you know 'bout that, turned up fully The hood raised me, gang bangin' made me a bully, ya dig? Burnt out And any party we at, you know it's turned out The people talkin' the rumors, now what you heard about? How I spend 100 thou' gettin' purped out?, I'm strapped up I keep a pistol for these suckers tryna act up They know I'm famous like I won't get in the streets 'cuz Like I don't come from the dub, yeah, I'm a beast, bru What it do though, dickies for the dulo Homie, you know skinny niggas sumo Hella far from broke, the 40 won't choke Plus a niggas still elope, only 'cause I was I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood We got your back I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood We got your back I was raised in the hood (Baby-doll) I was raised in the hood (Baby-doll, good lookin' girl) We got your back I was raised in the hood (Yeah, everybody in neighborhood) I was raised in the hood (But your) We got your back

I like my drinks a little too strong I like my men a little bit wrong I like my nights a little bit wild Full-grown woman, still juvenile I like bars a little too dark I'll find a song in a broken heart Watchin' a good thing go to hell Know that story just a little too well I ain't a dime-a-dozen I'm all or nothin' Love me or hate me, take me or leave me But don't try and change me, I'm cool with the way I am Throw shade or praise me, that's how God made me And how my mama raised me, if you know me, you'll understand I'm worn-out blues over straight lace A little more, "Messed-up Mary", than "Plain Jane" I like roads that go on windin' Stuck in the rough, comin' up diamonds I ain't afraid to wear my flaws It's so last year to cover 'em all If you're like me, hitch up your wagon And throw on your baggage Love me or hate me, take me or leave me But don't try and change me, I'm cool with the way I am Throw shade or praise me, that's how God made me And how my mama raised me to go a little against the grain I'm worn-out blues over straight lace A little more, "Messed-up Mary", than "Plain Jane" I'm a little more Messed-up Mary That's alright with me Hey, little "Miss Messed-up Mary" It ain't all bad to be Love me or hate me, take me or leave me Don't try and change me, I'm cool with the way I am Throw shade or praise me, that's how God made me How my mama raised me, if you know me, you'll understand I'm worn-out blues over straight lace A little more, "Messed-up Mary", than "Plain Jane" A little more "Messed-up Mary" (A little more "Messed-up Mary") Jane, hey, hey, hey (A little more "Messed-up Mary")

Happy people don't cheat Happy people don't lie They don't judge or hold a grudge They don't criticize Happy people don't hate Happy people don't steal 'Cause all the hurt sure ain't worth all the guilt they feel If you wanna know the secret You can't buy it, gotta make it And you ain't ever gonna be it By takin' someone else's away Never take it for granted You ain't gotta understand it But here's to whatever puts a smile on your face Whatever makes you happy people Happy people don't fail Happy people just learn They don't think they're above, push or shove They just wait their turn They always got a hand, or a dollar to spare They know the golden rule, what you're goin' through Even if they've never been there So, if you wanna know the secret You can't buy it, gotta make it And you ain't ever gonna be it By takin' someone else's away Never take it for granted You ain't gotta understand it But here's to whatever puts a smile on your face Whatever makes you happy people And these days they ain't so easy to find They're the ones that you want standing on your side No time for greed, if they need some, give them some slack And we'll all be happy people 'Cause life is short And love is rare And we all deserve to be happy while we're here

You left your jacket in the back seat That's why I'm callin' you now I found it curled up in a ball I was cleanin' the 'yota out Swing by the house anytime you want Or I can drop it off You know whiskey makes me honest Tequila makes you mean Last thing I remember you were cussin' My keys were in the weeds You threw 'em out Said "I'd love to see you leave But I won't let you go kill yourself Or get busted by the po-po" So I staggered home alone Still thinkin' about you I'm through talkin' about all the things we can't change It's hard movin' on I don't want you gone Ain't it strange the way we keep tryin' to tie down this thing With these loose strings Baby, if we weren't so hard-headed Maybe we wouldn't fight And if you weren't so damn pretty I might have slept last night You say you can't live with me Ah, but you can't live without It's the little things I think about When I stagger home alone Still thinkin' about you I'm through talkin' about all the things we can't change It's hard movin' on I don't want you gone But ain't it strange the way we keep tryin' to tie down this thing With these loose strings Ain't no "What it's gonna be," babe What you get is what you see, babe We can try and lock it down It might hold for now But that ain't you and me We keep tyin' ourselves down With these loose strings Every time I turn around Loose strings The two of us just tangled up in Loose strings Every time I think I love you Loose strings Loose strings Loose strings Loose strings

Standin' all alone in your party dress Confetti in the floor, hair's all a mess Yeah, you've been here before And you're back again somehow Look around the room, don't know where he is Just a wallflower wishin' on might-have-been Well, he might have played The One But he's playin' you right now Oh and some get you high, and some leave you low Make you feel like you can fly, spin you out of control Well, don't ever lose your shine, no, wherever you go 'Cause you're someone else's dream, girl Yeah, you're someone else's dream Someone else's dream, girl Part of you don't know what you're worth 'Nother part of you knows just what you're worth So you move on, let go Find some silver linin' Try to turn back time like you turn that dial Light up that spark you ain't burned in a while Well, maybe tonight Hell, you might just keep on drivin' Oh, and some get you high and some leave you low Make you feel like you can fly, spin you out of control Well, don't ever lose your shine, no, wherever you go 'Cause you're someone else's dream, girl Yeah, you're someone else's dream Someone else's dream, girl Well, don't ever lose sight of your dream, girl Never settle for less than you need, girl You never know where one's gonna be, girl Some get you high and some leave you low Make you feel like you can fly, spin you out of control Don't ever lose your shine, no, wherever you go 'Cause you're someone else's dream, girl And some get you high and some leave you low Make you feel like you can fly, spin you out of control Well, don't ever lose your shine, no, wherever you go 'Cause you're someone else's dream, girl Yeah, you're someone else's dream Someone else's dream, girl